Politically correct are we Always watching, wondering
Floating within ourselves State of confusion
History repeats Bombs, regrets nowhere to go
Hate is spreading Love is dwindling
Enemy lines are abounding Where is our love?
People who are different Not tolerated
Not invited Insane chaos
Reaching we are reaching Upwards for help
Or not Where are the answers?
We must be strong The fighters
Always looking for resolution…
Into Darkness this humanity
Better look up Realize
This is not a dream… People
We the citizens the liberators
The obliterators the nominators
Torn By madness.
War; it will be peace again After
The smoke clears before the realization
The temptation that lingers to never forgive
All at once the merge of all societies to the end.